All Chapters of THE Obnoxious : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Trish's POVIt was 8 p.m., two hours after Joseph, the obnoxious guy had left the house. Miss Britney and I just couldn’t pull ourselves away from each other. We spent some time chatting, getting to know each other better. She showed me around, and I could only imagine how big, luxurious, and splendid the place was. She might as well have been a CEO to afford such a home. Finally, she led me to my bedroom, and I couldn’t believe it. The space alone could engulf the small flat Mom and I had shared.“Miss Britney… are you sure this is my room?” I asked with a bright smile.“Yes, yes, love,” she said cheerfully, clearly knowing I loved it. “This was the room I set up for your mom whenever she stayed over.”“Really? Mom slept here?” I asked.“Yep,” Miss Britney said, holding my hand.She walked me inside and showed me around, and that’s when I lost it. I cried like todler again, like an actual little girl. She wrapped me in her arms and sat me on the bed, gently wiping my tears.“Th… tha

Joseph's POV My head throbbed violently from the slap Trish gave me; it sent shockwaves right through my skull. I hadn’t known she had that much power in her. I had mistaken her frail frame for weakness and tried forcing her to get intimate, but who knew she’d react like that?Though I hid it, I felt ashamed. My life would have been over if a girl did that to me at school. I mean... I am Joseph f**king Roland. I’m practically the king of our school; everyone knows me. I’m the best quarterback Mthland High has ever seen. I called the plays, and the whole school knows it. For Trish to be at Mthland, she must know what type of guy I am, so how dare she slap me? And in my own house? She must have lied about attending our school. If not, she’d know exactly who was approaching her. Girls would kill to have me around, yet she acts like I’m not even there. I’ve dated tons of them, played with them, and threw them out the next minute, and they didn’t even seem bothered because they knew the c

Joseph's POVMom barely shut the front door before I swung my hoodie over my shoulder.“You better not slow me down,” I muttered, not even giving Trish the courtesy of eye contact. I wasn’t in the mood for her dragging feet or her quiet-loud attitude.“I didn’t ask to go with you,” she fired back.“Yeah, but Mom did. And when she talks, you obey.”She raised her voice, too loud for the morning.“Honestly, going to the market with you is even worse than living with you.”I felt that one hit, sharp as a stray nail on the road.“Oh yeah? Fine. Go to hell,” I snapped, heat rising in my voice before I could clamp it down.The sun was brutal that afternoon, melting over the tar like it wanted to blind anyone dumb enough to walk outside. We hit the long stretch toward Central City Market, and every step felt like punishment. I kept half a stride ahead of her, booting stones down the road, acting like I wished someone would start a fight so I could burn some of the restless anger out of my b

Trish's POV It was past midnight. The quiet night had settled around the house like a thick blanket, insulating us from the world. Yet, somehow, Joseph and I were still perched on the living room couch, watching some old rerun of Fantasy Island. Two hormonal teenagers left completely unsupervised. Miss Britney, despite her kindness, had been outrageously careless. I was immensely grateful for her generosity – taking me in, treating me like a daughter, covering Mom's funeral expenses… but her judgment in leaving me alone with her son was baffling.The silence was charged, heavy with unspoken things. My eyes kept flicking to him, a curious, panicked urge overriding my hatred. The hormonal pull was a frantic, terrifying thing. What if, when Miss Britney comes back in the next two days… I’m already… pregnant? I thought, horrified. Hell no. I didn't care if he was the prettiest boy on earth; my life and my author dreams were non-negotiable.“Hey, Trish,” Joseph finally broke the silence,

Trish's POV“WHATT?” The word exploded out of me, burning away the pain in my ankle.Joseph was still kneeling beside me, but his expression had shifted from concern back to a familiar, toxic arrogance. He was responding to my desperate, clumsy suggestion that we do something “together.”"First you slapped me when I kissed you, and rejected every approach I made. Now, you’re suddenly asking me for—for a little fun?" He stood up, towering over me. "Wow. Did the good, moral girl finally drop the act? You see? I told you you’d want every bit of me when Mom's gone. Ha! I was right after all."My cheeks were on fire. The sheer injustice of his assumption made me snap.“Shut up, Joseph! I… I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to be productive with my day! I got the words wrong, you know it!”“You want to be productive having fun? When my mom’s gone? Yeah, right.” He crossed his arms. “You cheap cunt! I don't want to have fun, and definitely not with Miss Britney’s son. Eww. What would